I found myself here today,
gazing down at the cold stone.
The snow had almost buried it.
Hidden from curious eyes.

I turned and gazed back at the
ancient church.
Or what remained of it.
Glass shattered by the hand of time.

Even the old wall had been breached.
I peeked inside after walking
over the snow covered grass.
Saw the broken pews.

The shattered cross above the
high alter.
I turned back and walked back to
that cold, heartless stone.

I shook my poor uncovered head.
“What a ruddy waste this.”
I knelt as you do,
scraping the snow away.

Then I saw something that
I already knew.
My own name chiselled
by an expert.

I laughed out loud then,
I grinned from ear to ear.
“At least he got my name right.”
Then I stood and walked away.

The snow continued to fall
as I faded from view.
Just a memory now of course.
So distant in time.

If time has any real meaning.
When summer arrived kids
played among the stones.
A happy dog cocked its leg.

Upon me of course.
I watched with a grin.
“Sums me up completely I suppose.”
Embarrassed woman hustled it away.

I faded once more as another arrived.
An elderly woman this.
Dark hair turned ashen grey.
I returned and watched.

She was different somehow.
Her thin hands holding the
roses that shook gently.
I watched as she struggled down.

She placed them upon me
spoke my name even.
“Goodbye Colin.”
She struggled up and turned.

Then she too froze.
Her elderly, yellow rimmed iris
seemingly able to see me.
“Thanks,” I whispered.

She shook her head in disbelief.
She hobbled out as I gazed
at the woman I used to love.
At my own memory perhaps?

Autumn again I see.
Leaves cover the cold stone
as I stand looking.
Even the church looks worse for wear.

The gentle rain drizzles down
but I don’t care now.
I’m just a ghost after all.
A sad and lonely one at that.

No place to go now.
No one to see.
Even my memory had gone.
Buried somewhere else.

As the rain stopped a
dazzling light appeared upon
that cold, heartless stone.
I wondered.

A face appeared.
Then the shoulders.
Finally the waist and legs.
Flowing dark hair.

“You took long enough.”
She just smiled.
“Ta for the flowers too.”
She smiled again.

A hand went out that I
gripped tightly.
Then I was gone.
Forever this time.

The stone remains however.
Neglected.
Forgotten.
Sculpted name gone.

Rain, sleet, snow,
saw to that.
Old and grey now.
Buried under brambles.

Away from human vision.
I still see it once in a while.
Not too often now.
I’m happy.

wow

just

wow

I liked this

Ta to you both...

Ouch, that hit me right in the heart. it alot.

Ouch, that hit me right in the heart. it alot.

So much so. I had to post twice.

Ta to u too...

Just posted video version to ytube@jerrixthecat...

i loved this tudor, took me right to that stone

Ta...

Great words no doubt, but I prefer to concentrate on the 'now' for that is where we make the biggest influence in our lives as none of us knows for sure what happens in the afterlife, (if there is one, though, personally I do thin there is one as relatives have had contact from those no longer with us)...

Okay..Ta for reading...

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